Nightmare | [closed]
It was probably a third night in a row during which Jim had to once again struggle with getting some good sleep. They had just launched off back into the space, and now this was happening. He had been quiet about it earlier, though, only for him to notice that it was getting harder and harder. The flashing images, fear and powerlessness were still haunting him, even if he hadn't been experiencing them after his miraculous healing, but only now. The nightmares had just started, without a warning.
It was a late evening when Jim was lying on his bed in his quarters, the lights were off and the silence was strongly present. It was peaceful, at least for a while, he had indeed fallen asleep, but soon the teasing had started. Jim was quiet first with only his hands moving slightly as he dreamed, but soon he rolled around, his sheet tightening around his waist like a rope. He remained still for a few seconds, then a trembling wave moved his body again, turning him to his other side. A deep frown appeared between his brows, a quiet mutter escaping his lungs. He was in agony, wanting to run away even if he couldn't. He felt trapped.
"N-no... no, don't..." a whimper was heard as the young Captain once more shifted in his dreams, his hand unconsciously looking for something to cling to as if it could provide him comfort and peace. "S-...Spo-... Please..."
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